Scripture Verse

The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp. Revelation 21:23

Introduction

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John S. Fearis (1867–1932)

Words: Jes­sie B. Pounds, 1897. One Sun­day morn­ing, when she had been mar­ried on­ly a few weeks, Jes­sie was not feel­ing well, so her hus­band John went to church with­out her (Cen­tral Chris­tian Church, In­di­an­apo­lis, In­di­ana). Jes­sie stayed home and be­gan me­di­tat­ing on Hea­ven; by the time John re­turned, she had pro­duced these words.

The Eu­ter­pe­an Quar­tette sang this song at the 1901 fu­ne­ral of as­sas­sin­at­ed Am­er­ican pre­si­dent Will­iam Mc­Kin­ley. It was re­port­ed­ly his fa­vo­rite song.

Music: John S. Fea­ris (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Jessie B. Pounds (1861–1921)

Lyrics

Somewhere the sun is shin­ing,
Somewhere the song­birds dwell;
Hush, then, thy sad re­pin­ing,
God lives, and all is well.

Refrain

Somewhere, some­where,
Beautiful Isle of Some­where!
Land of the true, where we live anew,
Beautiful Isle of Some­where!

Somewhere the day is long­er,
Somewhere the task is done;
Somewhere the heart is strong­er,
Somewhere the guer­don won.

Refrain

Somewhere the load is lift­ed,
Close by an op­en door;
Somewhere the clouds are rift­ed,
Somewhere the ang­els sing.

Refrain